BY THE TIME I join Hanuk for dinner at the Standard Grill, the main course has already been cleared, and the evening, along with its accompanying consumption of libations, is well underway. On this night, the Korean-born photographer and former fashion designer is at a booth with two unlikely candidates in his sphere of fashionables: attorney Eric Richman, whom Hanuk has affectionately nicknamed “EricRichman.com,” and Richman’s friend, a Vespa-riding Internet mogul. The conversation turns to agricultural development in downtown Brooklyn. “Farming concrete?” Hanuk asks with a mischievous grin. “What’s that? This is why I drink!” And with that, he turns to the passing waiter. “I’ll have another drink, please.” Read more at Paper Magazine.